


Cinders

by ExtraSteps



Category: Teen Wolf (TV)
Genre: Cinderella AU, Fluff fluff ridiculous fluff, Liam is the Prince, M/M, Peter is the fairy godmother, The Dread Doctors are the step-family, Theo is Cinderella
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-02-05
Updated: 2018-03-26
Packaged: 2019-03-14 00:25:23
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 7
Words: 4,522
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13582122
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ExtraSteps/pseuds/ExtraSteps
Summary: Theo meets Liam in the woods and decides to go to the Prince's Ball to see him again.





	1. Chapter 1

Theo Raeken had been a happy carefree child. His parents adored him. His mother was a painter, someone who saw the beauty in everything, and his father was a merchant, selling the goods that they grew on their farm. Under their doting, Theo flourished. He always had a cheerful smile ready for anyone he met, and he spent most of his time in the woods near their home, befriending and caring for the animals he found there.

  
It was idyllic, but one day everything changed.

  
His mother became ill.

  
He sat at her bedside day and night, watching as the doctor tried every type of medicine under the sun, but nothing worked.

  
He hovered by the door, watching as the doctor patted her hand. He got up and walked to the door, ruffling Theo’s hair on his way out. Theo bit his lip as he stared at her. She looked so frail, lying in the bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets that Theo fluffed and readjusted every day in order to make her as comfortable as possible.

  
“Come here sweetheart,” she said gently.

  
Theo was not so old that he would not run into his mother’s arms, especially when he had no idea how much time she had left. She soothed him, petting his hair, whispering sweet nothings. He breathed in her scent, letting it calm him.  
When he pulled away, there was a soft look in her eyes.

  
“You must remember, Theo, to always have courage and be kind. For where there is kindness there is goodness, and where there is goodness there is magic.”

  
He nodded, and then she was coughing into a handkerchief and the doctor was returning, his father in tow, and Theo was ushered from the room.

  
Days later, she was gone.


	2. Chapter 2

Theo tried to remember her words, but it was difficult, especially when his father, lonely and grieving, remarried.

  
She was a strange woman, obsessed with science and how things worked, so different from his mother. Her sons, now Theo’s step brothers, participated in her experiments. His father was forced to work harder and harder to buy everything they needed, and though Theo did his best to help, it never seemed to be enough.

His father left on yet another trip into the city, with Theo begging him to stay, concerned by how old and frail he looked. 

  
“I have to go, Theo,” his father said, smoothing back his hair. “Don’t worry, I will return soon.”

  
The sinking feeling in Theo’s chest as he watched him go felt like an omen.

  
Of course, tragedy struck again, sucking all colour from the world. On his way home, his father was in an accident and died from his injuries.  Caught up in his grief, Theo drew inward, retreating more and more into himself and escaping into the forest at every opportunity.

  
“Theo,” his stepmother screeched.

  
He glanced towards the door, sighing. Of late, she had taken to ordering him around as if he were a servant rather than her step-son. Too caught up in their experiments, the dread doctors as Theo had taken to calling them in his mind, they were far too busy to care for the farm or cook and clean.

  
“Yes, stepmother?” He asked quietly.

  
“Where is our breakfast?” She demanded.

  
“My apologies, stepmother,” he said formally. “It is nearly finished.”

  
He returned to the kitchen after her dismissive sniff, adding the finishing touches to the simple fare of scrambled eggs and smoked ham that he had prepared.  
Theo brought the meal out into the dining room, placing it in the middle of the table and sitting down. Something inside of Theo needed them to approve of him, so he waited.for the others to serve themselves first.

  
“What are you doing?” His stepmother asked. “You’re not eating with us.”

  
Theo looked shocked. “Why?”

  
“You’re no better than a serving boy, look at the dirt on your face,” she sneered. Theo brought a hand up to his face, wiping away the dirt there. He had needed to get up early to feed all of the animals. Clearly he had missed a spot when cleaning up in his hurry to have breakfast ready in time.

  
“I can’t eat this,” his step brother said, pushing his plate away in disgust. “It’s only fit for the pigs.”

  
“We’ll have to go to the markets and get real food,” his other stepbrother sneered.

  
They stood, their chairs scraping back against the floor, making Theo wince.  
“Theo Raeken,” they growled. “Go back to your cinders in the kitchen. Failure.”  
His stepmother rose as well, a cruel smirk on her face as she overturned the plate with the remainder of the food.

  
“Clean up this mess,” she ordered. And then they left, their laughter echoing in Theo’s ears long after they were gone. He stared at the ruined food, tears in his eyes, before standing slowly to let the dog in to clean it up.

  
Unable to be in the house any longer, Theo grabbed his jacket and stalked off into the woods.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Comes with a pretty photoset: http://extrasteps.tumblr.com/post/169716870684/cinders-a-thiam-au-12-theo-tried-to-remember


	3. Chapter 3

Theo walked through the woods, hands tucked in the pocket of his jacket, aimlessly wandering wherever his feet took him. He knew every inch of it like the back of his hands, so he wasn’t worried about getting lost.

  
Suddenly, he looked up, hearing a shout as a horse whinnied, turning and rearing up on its hind legs and sending its rider tumbling off its back. He fell into the large hole that the horse had balked at, groaning.

  
He moved forward slowly and cautiously as the horse scuffed its foot anxiously. It was clearly too well trained to just run off, but it was skittish as Theo approached it.

  
“Hey there,” he said softly, clicking his tongue at the magnificent animal. “You’re alright.”

  
The horse ducked its head and Theo ran a hand up her trembling neck, soothing the mare with his touch. Once he was sure that the horse was a bit calmer, he peered down into the hole.

  
“Hey, are you okay?” He called.

  
He could just see the top of the guys head.

  
“I’m fine,” the guy sighed, looking up at him. Theo swallowed, heart fluttering a little at the piercing blue of his eyes.

  
“I’ll go get a rope and help you out,” Theo called back down. “I won’t be long.”

  
“I’m not going anywhere,” the boy muttered. Theo cracked a smile, leading the horse and tying its halter to a branch, before jogging back to his house.

  
Thankfully, his step family was still out, so he was able to grab a rope and return within ten minutes.

  
Tying it securely around the closest tree, Theo threw the rope down to the waiting boy.

  
With a lot of grunting and effort from both boys, the other boy eventually crawled out, Theo grabbing his hand and pulling him the rest of the way. They collapsed on the ground with paired groans, panting at the exertion.

  
After a minute, the boy sat up, giving Theo a soft smile.

  
“Hey, thanks,” he said. His eyes drifted up and down Theo’s body, taking in the tight dark blue jeans and faded black hoodie. His jumper had risen slightly, showing off a sliver of skin. Theo sat up quickly, blushing as he pulled his jumper down. “What do they call you?”

  
“Never mind what they call me,” Theo said, rising to his feet. “What were you thinking? Trying to force your horse to jump that?”

  
“I didn’t mean to,” the boy said, standing also. He was a little shorter than Theo, strikingly handsome, and wearing riding clothes. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

  
“That’s dangerous in the woods,” Theo frowned. “And what do they call you?”

  
“Wait, you don’t know who I am?” The boy gaped. He shook his head, a rueful smile on his lips. “I’m Liam, at least, that’s what my father calls me, when he’s in a good mood.”

  
“And where do you live, Liam?” Theo laughed, smirking at him.

  
“In the palace,” Liam admitted vaguely. “My father is teaching me his trade.”

  
“So you’re an apprentice?” Theo asked.

  
“Of a sort,” Liam mumbled. He walked over to his horse, mumbling apologies as he ran his hand up and down her neck.

  
“That sounds nice,” Theo said wistfully. “Do they treat you well?”

  
“Better than I deserve probably. And you?” Liam turned to look at him, eyes shining with curiousity.

  
“They treat me as well as they’re able,” Theo shrugged, looking away.

  
“I’m sorry,” Liam said. Theo looked back at him, touched by the concern in Liam’s eyes.

  
“It’s not your doing,” he said quietly.

  
“Not yours either, I’ll bet,” Liam said firmly.

  
“It’s not so bad,” Theo said, swallowing down his hurt and grief as he always did. “Others have it worse, I’m sure.” He thought of his mother, a sad smile on his face. “We must just have courage and be kind, mustn’t we?”

  
“Yes,” Liam said, a strange look in his eyes as he considered him. “You’re right, that’s exactly how I feel. I’ve never been able to put it into words like that before.”

  
They stared at each other, recognising a sort of kindred spirit in the other, but the moment was interrupted by a voice calling Liam’s name echoing through the woods.

  
“Ah, my friend Mason,” Liam said ruefully. “I should be getting back.”

  
He got back up on his horse, smiling down at Theo. 

  
“Try to be more careful,” Theo said, smiling up at him.

  
“I will,” Liam nodded, and then with a wave he turned his horse and rode away, leaving Theo staring after him, his heart strangely lighter.

  
With a shake of his head, he turned back for home.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Comes with a pretty photoset: http://extrasteps.tumblr.com/post/169720410409/cinders-a-thiam-au-123-theo-walked-through


	4. Chapter 4

Theo paused at the edge of the woods, peering in the window of the house. He could see the dread doctors had returned, all gathered in the lounge room and looking at… fabric?

  
He entered cautiously, staying out of sight as he listened in.

  
“Boys,” his stepmother simpered. “You must catch the eye of the prince at the ball. Think of the lab we could build on the king’s coin.”

  
Theo frowned. Why would the prince be throwing a ball?

  
“Why would the prince even be interested?” DD1 asked.

  
“After the scandal last year with the prince from the Devenford kingdom, everyone knows that he prefers boys. The kings have asked for every boy of marriage age in the entire kingdom to attend,” she smiled wickedly. “And who better than one of my gorgeous sons?”

  
“Do I want the brown or black leather for my suit?” DD2 mused, examining a scrap of each.

  
“The brown suits your complexion dear,” his stepmonster replied. She looked around. “Where is that dratted boy? We don’t have much time to prepare. The ball is tomorrow evening!”

  
Theo sighed. He knew that the longer he put off entering, the angrier she would be. “Here I am, stepmother,” he said, hanging up his jacket and walking into the room.

  
“Finally,” she snapped, narrowing her eyes at him. He expected her to continue berating him and braced himself for her sharp tongue. “Both of my darling boys require new suits for the royal ball tomorrow. You will make them at once!”

  
And then he was inundated by his step brothers, both of them pushing leather, an array of zips and pieces of metal at him, both speaking loudly over the other. Theo sighed, but listened attentively, and was soon hard at work with the copper wire, creating what would probably be the most horrific suits of all time.

  
Long after the dread doctors went to bed, Theo laboured over the suits. He was rudely awoken by his stepmother, who shoved him off of the complete suits he had been resting against.

  
“You did not prepare breakfast,” she sneered. “Lazy good-for-nothing layabout. Which means you can go without. Hurry up and do the fittings, the boys are waiting.”

  
Theo dragged his feet, feeling exhausted, but he fit both of his step brothers into their new suits, making the minor adjustments needed. And then they were so caught up in their preparations that they ignored Theo when he crept into his stepmother’s room, taking out one of his father’s old suits.

  
Now 17 years old, he was of a similar size to his father so it was simple to alter it to fit him. 

  
He dressed and walked into the living room where the Dread Doctors were adding their finishing touches.

  
“What do you think you’re doing?”

  
“I’m ready for the ball,” Theo said, nervously running a hand down his suit.

  
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she laughed. “You’re not going to the ball.”

  
“I thought that everyone had to attend,” he pointed out. He didn’t really care about the prince, but he was hoping to see Liam again. Surely an apprentice living at the palace would be expected to attend.

  
“Oh my poor deluded boy,” she smirked. “They didn’t mean servants.”

  
His brothers walked towards him, gleeful smiles on their faces as they tore into his suit, ripping it to shreds.

  
Theo stared at the scraps of fabric drifting down around his feet. “You’ll never consider me family, will you?” He asked quietly.

  
“The second you turn 18 I’m selling you to the highest bidder,” his stepmother said, a cruel smile dancing on her lips. “Useless as you are, surely someone will want your pretty face for something.”

  
His heart sank as the three of them turned, laughing as they placed on their masks and left the house. He dropped to his knees, breathing deeply to hold back the tears.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Comes with a pretty photoset: http://extrasteps.tumblr.com/post/169763532074/cinders-a-thiam-au-1234-theo-paused-at-the


	5. Chapter 5

Slowly, Theo gathered up the scraps of fabric that littered the floor, placing them gently on the table. He walked outside into the cool night air, gazing up at the sky, sorrow making his heart heavy.

  
A twinkling star caught his eye and he smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, mother,” he whispered. “I don’t have courage, not anymore.”

  
A lone tear glided down his face and onto the ground.

  
“I don’t believe anymore.”

  
A man cleared his throat. “Excuse me, can you help me? Just a little crust of bread, or a cup of milk?”

  
Theo looked at him, startled. His face was hidden by a large cloak, the hood of which was pulled over his head. All he could see were the glowing blue eyes.

  
“Sorry, of course,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m sure I can find something for you.” Theo walked over to the kitchen, ducking in and returning with bread and milk, handing them to the the stranger.

  
“Why are you crying?” The man asked.

  
“It’s nothing,” Theo said, smiling awkwardly.

  
“Nothing, nothing,” the man said, sipping at the milk. “What of the cup of milk? Nothing. But kindness makes it everything.”

  
Theo gave him a strange look, but waited politely for him to finish the bread and milk. He gave a satisfied burp, making Theo smile as he took the cup back from the man.

  
“Right,” the man said. “We don’t have much time, Theo.”

  
“How do you know me? Who are you?” Theo asked curiously.

  
“Who am I? I should think you’d have worked that one out,” he growled. Theo just looked at him, confused. “I’m your Fairy Godfather!”

  
“You can’t be,” Theo said, bemused.

  
“Why not?”

  
“They don’t exist. They’re just made up for children,” Theo said.

  
“Didn’t your own mother believe in them? Don’t say no because I heard her,” the man tutted.

  
Theo blinked. “You heard her?”

  
The man, his fairy godfather apparently, ignored this, shucking off his hood and swirling around the wand he held in his hand, transforming his tattered cloak into a dazzling suit, made of velvet, with a crisp white shirt and a black bowtie.

  
“There, that’s better,” he said, bowing to Theo. “You can call me Peter, by the way.”

  
“Pleasure to meet you,” Theo said, dazed. His fairy godfather was smoking hot, in an older ‘you can call me daddy’ kind of way.

  
He stood watching, as Peter flitted around the garden, poking things with his wand and muttering under his breath. He turned a pumpkin into an elaborate carriage, looking quite pleased with himself.

  
“You really are my Fairy Godfather,” Theo said, mouth dropping open.

  
“Of course. I don’t go about transforming pumpkins for just anybody. Now, where are those mice?” Peter said, glancing around.

  
“Mice?” 

  
Peter twirled his wand, and four mice flew threw the air from the garden, growing alarmingly big until suddenly there were four majestic white horses hooked up to the carriage. Several other animals were sacrificed to the cause as well, turning into footmen and a coachman, curious looks on their faces as they looked around at the world through new eyes.

  
Theo’s smile turned alarmed as Peter started herding him towards the cart. “Off you go,” he said cheerfully.

  
“Wait,” Theo exclaimed, digging his heels in. “Can you mend my suit first?”

  
Peter stopped pushing him, looking him up and down with a thoughtful look on his face.

  
“Mend? No. But I can make a new one,” he replied.

  
“Oh, no please,” Theo begged. “It belonged to my father.”

  
“Well,” Peter said reluctantly. “Can I make a few changes? Maybe a nice blue?”

  
“Sure,” Theo shrugged.

  
Peter muttered under his breath as he waved his wand, and Theo was spinning slowly in the air, the suit stitching back together seamlessly and transforming into a breathtaking light blue. As his feet touched the ground, Theo felt the suit tighten around him slightly, fitting him even better than it had before, as if it had been tailored for him.

  
“There,” Peter said, proudly examining his handiwork as he walked around Theo. “That’s much better.”

  
Theo climbed into the carriage, only for Peter to stop him once more. “Now, hang on, those shoes do not go with that outfit at all.”

  
He looked down at his plain black shoes, embarrassed at his fashion faux pas. “What do you suggest?”

  
“It’s alright,” Peter grinned. “I’m good at shoes. Take those off.”

  
Theo slipped off his shoes, handing them to Peter.

  
Another wave of his wand, and the shoes turned into pristine white converse, covered in shimmering diamonds.

  
“Won’t they scrape my feet?” Theo asked.

  
“I think you’ll find that they’re actually quite comfortable,” Peter promised.

  
Theo slipped them on, admiring them with a soft look in his eyes. They were the finest things he had ever worn. Delicate and yet somehow perfectly cushioned.  
“Now, you must be off or you’ll be late,” Peter said, watching from the window. 

  
He waved his wand over Theo for a final time. “No one will recognise you, but all of the magic will end at midnight. You must be back before then, do you understand?”

  
“Yes, Thank you Peter,” Theo said gratefully.

  
“Off you go,” Peter smiled. He stepped back, and the carriage rumbled forwards.  
Theo gazed out of the window of the carriage, overwhelmed with excitement. He was going to the Royal Ball, and hopefully he would be able to talk to Liam again.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Comes with a pretty photoset: http://extrasteps.tumblr.com/post/169873889544/cinders-a-thiam-au-12345-slowly-theo


	6. Chapter 6

Theo’s eyes were wide with wonder as they pulled up in front of the castle. One of the footmen opened the door for him and he stepped out of the carriage, gaping at the way the spires seemed to go on forever. The whole castle was draped in blue lights, and it took his breath away.

  
He followed the crowd inside, walking up the steps and gazing down on the whirling, dancing couples below. The music and laughter were loud, and Theo’s eyes swept across the room as he tried to spot Liam amongst the people below. Instead, he saw his stepmother and stepbrothers and flinched. His stepmother was staring right at him, but there was no recognition in her eyes. He breathed a deep sigh of relief. The spell must have worked.

  
Emboldened, he straightened his shoulders and gazed down into the crowd, grinning at the opulence before him. So this was how the other half lived.

  
All of the lights seemed to centre on a single figure, with his back turned to Theo. He assumed this must be the prince. As Theo slowly made his way down the stairs, he kept half an eye on him while still looking around for Liam.

  
When he was halfway down, the prince turned, and their eyes met, green and blue.

  
Theo moved on autopilot, shock making his hand tremble slightly, approaching the prince who looked him up and down with an appreciative smile.

  
A hush fell, and the crowd parted, leaving Theo standing at the bottom of the steps, greedily staring at the way Liam filled out his suit, the dark blue highlighting the bright intense blue of his eyes.

  
The prince strode towards him, pausing in front of him, eyes searching his face.

  
“Liam,” Theo said.

  
“It’s you,” Liam breathed.

  
“It’s me,” Theo agreed, grinning.

  
“Will you,” Liam said, then paused, shaking his head slightly to clear it. “Will you do me the honour of letting me lead you in this-”

  
“Dance?” Theo prompted.

  
“Yes, dance,” Liam nodded, looking emotional. “Please.”

  
Theo nodded, and then Liam was stepping even closer, a hand sliding around his waist, taking his hand. Theo’s eyes widened, and he took a shaky breath. This was really happening. He was dancing with the prince, with Liam.

  
The music began, everyone watching them, but Theo barely noticed, only having eyes for the man in front of him. They moved as one, twirling, swaying, moving away and then together, turning in small circles. At some point, everyone else started dancing as well, but the room could have been empty.

  
Theo felt his heart racing in his chest, the warm hand at his back sending shivers up his spine, the hand clasping his tightening, holding him close. It left him breathless.

  
He’d never felt like this before. It was magic of the purest kind. Theo kept his eyes open, memorising every smile, every sound and feeling.

  
He never wanted it to end.

  
And yet, the song finished, flowing into a faster tune, and Liam tugged at his hand, leading him away. Theo followed.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Comes with a pretty photoset: http://extrasteps.tumblr.com/post/170483439514/cinders-a-thiam-au-123456-theos


	7. Chapter 7

Theo watched in awe as Liam unlocked a hidden door in the wall of the courtyard, pushing it open and ushering him through. He stopped in his tracks, mouth dropping open as he looked around. Everywhere he could see, pink roses bloomed, a virtual sea of them, and in the middle of it all was a large wooden swing. It was magical.

 

“Oh,” he whispered, “a secret garden. I love it.”

 

He walked up to the swing, gazing up at the enormous tree that it hung from, its boughs large and steady. The roses climbed up it and trailed down, waving prettily in the light breeze. Their perfume made Theo sigh, it was exquisite. He could easily picture himself dozing in here on a warm day, listening to the birds and feeling the sun on his face, surrounded by the delightful scent of the pink blossoms.

 

“Please,” Liam said quietly, coming to stand beside him and indicating the swing, a soft smile on his face.

 

“I shouldn’t,” Theo said, turning shy.

 

“You should,” Liam insisted.

 

He looked at Liam, and bit his lip, looking away. “I will,” he said. Theo walked around and sat down on the swing, shivering slightly as he felt Liam standing behind him, his hands on the ropes.

 

“May I?” Liam asked in a low voice.

 

“Please,” Theo breathed.

 

Theo felt Liam’s hands on his back as he pushed him gently. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, feeling the wind ruffling through his hair and kicking his legs as he went higher and higher, laughing in delight.

 

“Oh,” he said, surprised, as one of his dazzling diamond-encrusted converse came loose and fell onto the ground. Liam picked it up and Theo came to a stop, watching with wide eyes as Liam knelt in front of him.

 

“Allow me,” Liam said, his hand running down Theo’s calf as he placed the shoe back on his foot, tying the laces quickly. Theo’s heart raced as Liam stayed there, looking up at him, his ocean blue eyes searching his face as he let Theo’s foot fall, pulling him closer until Liam was right in front of him. The connection they both felt, the attraction, was palpable.

 

“Won’t you please tell me who you are?” Liam begged.

 

“If I do, I’m afraid that everything would be quite different,” Theo whispered, heart aching. Liam was the prince. Theo was just a farm boy.

 

Liam looked anguished. “I don’t understand. Won’t you at least tell me your name?”

 

He could do that much, at least, although it would make no difference. Theo opened his mouth to tell him, but was interrupted by the chiming of the huge clock tower. He looked up at it, horrified.

 

“I have to leave,” he gasped. Liam just stared at him. “It’s hard to explain,” Theo continued, “lizards and pumpkins and things.”

 

He got to his feet, brushing past Liam and running to the gate.

 

“Wait!” Liam called after him. “Where are you going?”

 

Theo poked his head back through the gate. “You’ve been awfully nice. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I’ve loved it, every second!”

 

And then he was gone, running down the path and back through the palace, excusing himself as he gently pushed through the crowd, desperately trying to leave before the magic was gone.

 

At the top of the stairs, Theo bumped into the king and fell into a bow, horrified. “Oh! Your majesty! I’m so sorry!”

 

“Think nothing of it young man,” he said gently.

 

Theo rushed past him, but paused, turning back. “I wanted to say, your majesty, that your son Liam is the most lovely person I’ve ever met, so good and brave. I hope you know how much he loves you.” He panted, before nodding. “Excuse me.”

 

He ran and ran, the sound of the chimes chasing him. Theo was halfway down the stairs when his converse slipped off again, but he couldn’t stop. He was nearly out of time.

 

“Wait!” Liam called from the end of the path. “Come back!

 

“Hurry!” Theo urged the coachmen. They sprang into action, opening the door. With a crack of the whip, the horses surged forwards in a race against time. Theo stuck his head out the window, looking back at Liam, heart heavy as he watched the prince bend down to pick up his discarded shoe.

 

Soon, he was out of sight, and all Theo could hear was the chime of the clock striking midnight. Further and further they went, though the carriage grew smaller and more orange, and the servants turned back into animals, until finally with a comical bounce, the pumpkin split open and Theo sprawled onto the bath, clutching a single bedazzled shoe.

 

He laughed, shaking his head as he stood up, examining the animals that surrounded him. “Come on,” he said, leaning down to scoop up the mice and lizards, the goose following after them. “Let’s go home.”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Comes with a pretty photoset: http://extrasteps.tumblr.com/post/172269155229/cinders-a-thiam-au-1234567-theo-watched

**Author's Note:**

> Comes with a pretty photoset: http://extrasteps.tumblr.com/post/169697341959/cinders-a-thiam-au-1-theo-raeken-had-been-a


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